Lyrics:[Chorus]When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecastEvery day it's gon' rain, yeahMade a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shitThis pure cocaine, yeahFrom the streets, but I got a little senseBut I had to go coupe, no brain (Coupe, no brain)Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I doAnd I do my thing (Do my thing)

[Verse 1]Bought her brand new shoes, told her kick rocksDon't stand too close, diamonds kickboxThink red means go so I don't stopI know they wish they could catch me, but keep wishin'You think I done turned into a fiend for these bitchesTryna stuff as much as I can in these britchesMade your bitch fuck on my friend, it's no differenceI ain't never popped no Xan, I sip sizzurpIf I ever have to tell on the gang, I won't do itIf I put it on a song, I seen it or been through itI can't put it in my song, I know how the feds moveScream free all of the ahks but I ain't no FamGoonGave my mama ten bands, sent her to CancúnGot the crowd goin' dumb but I ain't no damn foolIf I went in there and did it and made it, you can tooWe done came a long way from broke and sharing shoes

[Chorus]When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecastEvery day it's gon' rain, yeahMade a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shitThis pure cocaine, yeahFrom the streets, but I got a little senseBut I had to go coupe, no brain (Coupe, no brain)Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I doAnd I do my thing (Do my thing)When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecastEvery day it's gon' rain, yeahMade a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shitThis pure cocaine, yeahFrom the streets, but I got a little senseBut I had to go coupe, no brain (Coupe, no brain)Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I doAnd I do my thing (Do my thing)

[Verse 2]Got a quarter million dollars in a book bagNew Era, I'm a dope boy, no capI'm living my best life for realJust left the dealership, no tagIf we opposite, it won't work, it won't lastGet an opposite knocked off, toe tagAin't been home in a month, got my ho madThey need me in the trap but I can't go backI jumped off the porch with a hundred dollar slabI got M's in the bank, give a damn what they thinkEvery vibe I ever shot my shot at, caught itEverything you ever seen me riding in, bought itBig dawg status, I ain't gotta sell drugsPut my craft into rap then I took off, yeahNew G-Wagon, no key, this a push-startI can hit the gas, make it disappear

[Chorus]When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecastEvery day it's gon' rain, yeahMade a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shitThis pure cocaine, yeahFrom the streets, but I got a little senseBut I had to go coupe, no brain (Coupe, no brain)Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I doAnd I do my thing (Do my thing)When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecastEvery day it's gon' rain, yeahMade a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shitThis pure cocaine, yeahFrom the streets, but I got a little senseBut I had to go coupe, no brain (Coupe, no brain)Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I doAnd I do my thing (Do my thing)